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My Journey pt. 9
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My Journey pt. 9 ...she snapped. She NEVER threatened me. She threatened herself. Before I ever stepped on the plane to meet her, I knew that it was possible that she could have an emotional/mental breakdown. As odd as it sounds, it was one of the main reasons I decided to go. This woman was going through some things that most of us couldnt imagine. Before this point of the trip, I found out some other pretty devastating events that had happened in her family. I did not take her threat lightly. She called her cousin to say she wasnt coming to L.A. She offered me her car to go ahead without her. Huh? I'm going to take your car to a city I have never been, to meet your cousin who doesnt know me from a hole in the wall? I'm not going anywhere I told her. Then she called the airline to schedule me a flight out of S.F. She gave me all the cash she had on her, the (very nice) diamond earrings she was wearing, a credit card, a note clearifying that she had given me the card when the authorities showed up to ask me where she was. As a result of physical abuse I suffered from the hands of my father, contemplating suicide was something I was familiar with. One of the very few times I came close to trying it, was when he said 'if you are going to kill yourself then jsut go ahead and do it' My love for my grandmother stoppped me. I take someone saying that seriously, even when there is a clear sign that manipulation is a part of the threat. I told her I wasnt going anywhere. I rationed with her without allowing her to manipulate with me. I was firm but sincere. At one point, I told her I would just wonder the streets of S.F. as a homless man if she did anything to harm herself. She said that I would die because I 'would be homeless in the coldest place on Earth' My smart ass side wanted to say 'uhhh I think Antarctica might have something to say about that' I wisely decided that it wasnt a good time for sarcasm, considering the circumstances. Eventually, I got tired of the back and forth and I said if you want to do it, then I will with you. We can jump off of the bridge together. I knew that would shut it down, because I felt that she didnt really want to hurt me or herself. Her (logical) explaination on how I shouldnt handle this type of situation with that type of response, let me know what I needed to know. Somehow, the mood ease up a bit. I thought this would be a good time to go to Walgreens, WITH her. She could tell that my inviting her was a maneuver to change her trane of thought. After some coaxing, she decided to go with me. A massive amount of pressure was released...or ready to be released. The only way I could think of to help the release along was something sexual. I told her I was about to make myself cum and she was welcome to watch. Even though nothing sexual at all was on my mind, I ended up hard as a rock...I guess from the heightened level of 'whatever' that was in the room. I had my dick out and I was about to really take care of it. She looked down at it (like she wanted it) and as she started to walk out to the car, she called me a 'sick fuck' The way she said it was complimentary and not the first time I had been called that. I took care of myself without an audience. Just as well, it was over in about 50 seconds. The Walgreen's was only 10-15 minutes from the hotel. I can still see the gigantic hill/mountain with 'South San Francisco...' on it. This was my first time seeing any of the city during daylight hours. I could see and feel how different it was from anything else I had ever known. The city alone was helping me to help her get to a level point. We got to the store and I think we both went in together. I gathered all of the personal products I needed and some shit I didnt need. We checked out and got back into the car. I remembered something that I needed and something else I wanted. I told her I had to go back and not to leave me. I found what I needed. I also grabbed a tiny container of Axe body spray. Nymph had asked a few times what my smell was, so I got the tiny container for her. A little something to remember me by. As I was checking out, there was a muslim woman in front of me with a very young baby in a stroller. She had a head wrap but her face was not covered. She was beautiful and seemed so at peace. She finished her transaction and was heading out of the automatic door. As she was pushing her stroller out, a guy and his were walking towards the same door. His looked to be around 3 years old. The guy and his were in the lady and her baby's walk way just outside the door. As she peacfully exited, he says to her (in a raised voice) Enter!...Exit! He pointed to each door as he said it. He was rudely telling her that she was coming out of the wrong door. She peacfully walked by him without so much as an acknowledgment, let alone a response. I thought to myself, What a fuckin dick! He was so fuckin rude and I was still filled with the emotion of the past 12-16 hours. I walked outside the same door that she did. As I got outside, I saw her pulling off. Looking as peaceful and pretty as before the incident. I stood in the doorway and looked up. No sign on either door saying 'enter' or 'exit'. I got really pissed. I looked over at nymph and I stood there. I looked back up for the 'enter' or 'exit' signs. Still didnt see them. I stood there and waited for him to come back. I waited because I was going to ask him, in the same tone that he spoke to that lady, to show me where it says to enter and exit. I stood and waited. I was snapped out of the state I was in by nymph blowing her horn at me. I looked over at her, then reluctantly went over to the car. When I got into the car, she asked me what the hell was I doing. I asked her how did I appear. She told me I looked like I was thinking about fighting someone. I explained to her what had just happened. The voice of reason, she was not. She was all 'lets get his ass then. Lets slash his tires.' I laughed on the inside. I told her lets not slash his tires. I didnt see what he was driving, plus after getting back to the right frame of mind, I didnt want to start any shit with the shithead because he had a small with him. We headed back to the hotel. The mood was eased even more now. We were pass the time of checkout but she called down to get it extended. I talked her into canceling my flight and continuing the trip. After a long shower, the hundreds of pounds of pressure I was feeling was lifted. We got the rest of our stuff packed up and into the car. It was back into the city for my first real taste of San Francisco. (At the very moment I am typing this, I look up at the t.v. to see the words 'San Fransico' The NFL network is counting down quaterbacks of some sort, and they are on Steve Young.) |
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No matter what, I would have blog about this VisionPersonals.com meeting. Too many interesting things happened for me not to. There are aspects to the story in this last part, that I would NOT have been so open about in normal circumstances. Fortunately/unfortunately, this ended up not being a normal circumstance. I feel perfectly fine telling all details in this case. Sometimes you just have to tell the whole story to be done with it.
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all thick2...'DAMN' sums this (first) meeting up pretty well.  And Im not quite done with the story yet...
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